Pestilence

Diseased wasps spawned from your wicked tongue

Pain and suffering brought on those you walk among

Poison vapors exuding from the air you breathe

Peace and prosperity you promised, yet you deceive

Children weep, while mothers enter eternal sleep

Bodies fall in scores, souls all too cheap

Villages claimed by your coming, our future is gray

All that’s left is wastelands, the ghosts come out to play.

-Poem by Dragon Blogger


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Written by dragonblogger (656 Published posts)

I am a dedicated father and husband who works an IT job during the day and has as passion for blogging and poetry. I have been writing poems for more than twenty years and I write at least 1 new poem or haiku per day and publish it on this blog since it started in September 2008.

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